In ancient lands where stories intertwine, Amidst the olive groves and ancient vine,

There lies a land with tales untold, unseen, Palestine, where dreams and struggles convene.

A land embraced by sun-kissed golden dunes, Where history's weight carries timeless tunes,

In every stone, the echoes of the past, A resilient spirit destined to last.

Through turmoil's storm, its people stand so strong, In search of justice, they persist, they long,

With every breath, a fervent cry is sent, For freedom's reign, where hope and peace are meant.

From Gaza's shores to Bethlehem's embrace, A longing for tranquility and grace,

Jerusalem's heart, a symbol of strife, Where faith and heritage ignite this life.

The olive trees, a symbol of their claim, Rooted in soil, refusing to be tamed, Palestine's children rise above the fray,

Their stories etched in hearts, they shall convey. In poetry and art, their voices soar,

Their dreams resilient, yearning to explore, A land of beauty, grace, and deep allure, Palestine's spirit, forever pure.

Oh, Palestine, your struggles will be known, Through pens and hearts, your truth will be shown,

May peace embrace your cherished holy lands, And guide you towards united, gentle hands.

Though shadows loom, a ray of hope still gleams, In every heart that dreams and never deems,

Palestine, your story shall forever shine, A symbol of resilience, divine.